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Devlin, community outcast |
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And this one's for all the characters |
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That have been forgotten at the present time |
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I represent for the jobless |
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That have been made redundant |
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That have got four kids |
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And don't know how to fund them |
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Ever since the wife and the husband |
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Both lost their jobs at the office in |
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LondonNow they feel financially trapped |
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Now are locked with the rats in a dingy old dungeon |
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Take this young father of two |
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Signing on and the government |
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Says that his family are spongers |
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He's like, "Damn manWe ain't got a penny or a pound" |
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Let alone money for milk |
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And nappies and trainers and jumpers |
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He got taken off site 'cause it's cheaper |
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To pay Europeans to labor in numbers |
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How's he gonna take care of his younger's |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left in the streets where it's evil |
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Little kids surrounded |
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By knives and heroin needles |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left on the streets where it's evil |
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Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble |
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I represent for the homeless |
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Let down by a nation |
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More interested in war and invasion |
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When children are sleeping at railway stations |
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No home or money |
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They wish they could phone their mummy |
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To put a hot meal in their tummy |
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So at night when the temperature drops |
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I'm asking you remember what you got |
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These kids go home to a cardboard box |
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They're the soul survivors |
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Warming their hands |
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With their flickering flame of their lighters |
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All their life they've been frightened |
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On the streets with their head down |
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Knowing deep down inside |
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That they've really been let down |
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By a country that's crippled |
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And I thought mankind was supposed to be civil |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left in the streets where it's evil |
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Little kids surrounded |
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By knives and heroin needles |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left on the streets where it's evil |
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Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble |
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I represent single mums, all alone on their own |
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Tying to put food in the mouths of her two sons |
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And the fathers gone, there's no cash flow |
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Lack of income |
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But that's just the way it is |
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She counts fifteen needles |
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Pushing her pram on the way to the lift |
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And this is where |
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Brown said |
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It's safe to live and raise kids |
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She finds her way out of the block |
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With two kids in a pram |
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And a rip and a stain in her top |
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She goes to sign on |
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Just to maintain the little she's got |
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For her kids sake |
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They'll never seen a decent life |
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But they can dream and they'll sleep tonight |
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They've been hung out and left to dry |
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The kids are in bed, mums left to cry |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left in the streets where it's evil |
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Little kids surrounded |
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By knives and heroin needles |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left on the streets where it's evil |
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Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble |
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I represent for the old folk that live alone |
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No family or kids at home |
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And all he wants is someone to speak to |
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But nobody thinks to phone |
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Sits at home in the dark, no electric |
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Since his wife passed, he can't accept it |
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He feels isolated, neglected |
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And now his council flats infested |
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So he goes to the shop for his papers |
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With his stick and he falls in the mud |
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The people around him all pulled him up |
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But to him that's just a reminder |
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He's old and he's weak with no one to love |
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I sees clouds up above |
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Another bad day in the diary |
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An old man one of many |
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Killed by society, strangled quietly |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left in the streets where it's evil |
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Little kids surrounded |
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By knives and heroin needles |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left on the streets where it's evil |
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Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left in the streets where it's evil |
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Little kids surrounded |
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By knives and heroin needles |
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I represent for the people |
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Let down by a nation |
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And left on the streets where it's evil |
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Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble |
